April, Thursday 14, 1864
A comparitively quiet day to yesterday, cold, cloudy and disagreeable. I have spent it with little use to myself, or any one else—done no sewing at all. Mr. Rogers spent the day with us, brought no late news. Col. Overton and Anna Perkins came after dinner, staid a very short while—Anna Nelson & Rebecka Robinson came by and borrowed a horse to go to Memphis—we did not hear whether they returned or not—indeed we have heard nothing reliable today. Father heard a rumor this evening that our Virginia Gen. (Robert Lee) had ruined the left wing of Grant’s Army—God grant it may be so. Grant is a fool to think he can whip Gen. Lee. Gen. Stephen Lee is at LaGrange, Gen. Forrest still at Fort Pillow last account we had. God grant we may humbly receive the blessings which have brightened our little Confederacy, drive this wicked band from our Sunny land, give us liberty and peace—oh! make us a Christian nation—we have suffered, yet we deserved thy punishment, we humbly crave thy pardon, and beseech thy blessings—The night spent as usual with me, sit in the Parlor with Father a short while after Tea.